ISABELLA
“KIARA!”
My heart seized up when I saw her arm, almost hanging by the bone, trapped between those two metal plates.
The constant hum of the conveyor belt was dragging us straight toward our deaths.
“I’m getting you out, I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? Just... hold still. Don’t pull on your arm anymore!”
This was turning ugly. Fast.
I even looked around, desperate for something I could jam into the machine, but those grinding rollers would’ve chewed through anything I tossed.
My eyes went straight to the knives on a table.
Goddess... was I really about to cut her arm off?
“Aaahh! Jump! Don’t stay here with me, go to the switch room, do something, aaahh!”
Kiara snarled at me, and she didn’t even look like she could shift at all.
The thought of stepping away and
